Thursday 10 January 2013


He was walking home on Saturday night,
Quite blotto, so thought it best
To leave the car and go on foot;
Not take silly risks like the rest.

But one of them left moments later
Blind drunk, so failed to see
A lone figure stumbling along
The dark country road past a tree.

A bright red flash was all he saw.
He barely felt a thing
As car and tree violently collided
With no more than a muffled ping.

He felt quite dizzy and a little sick
As he staggered to a grassy verge,
Then watched the commotion feeling detached
As two worlds began to merge.

He saw the blood and guts sprayed over
Both bonnet and Oaken limb
And in between the broken body
Of someone who looked like him.

Decidedly uneasy, he drifted across
To the throng who'd gathered around
The impact scene, though their efforts were futile.
Too much red was engulfing the ground.

'What happened?' he asked a bystander grim
Who ignored him. He felt annoyed
So he tried to grab her by the arm,
But his hand encountered a void.

Seriously disturbed, he began to shout,
But to them, it appeared he'd ceased to exist.
Yet himself he continued to see.

He wandered around in a daze for what could
Be days, weeks, even years.
Long after they'd cleared the carnage away,
He was trapped there alone with his fears.

So in desperation he thought his way home,
To discover the house was packed
With family, friends - everyone was there.
Was this some kind of party in fact?

But he wondered why they all wore black
And deep sadness hung in the air.
He rushed to his wife for comfort, but she
Seemed unaware that he was there.

The frustration he felt was soon cut short
By the arrival of limousines black.
As they all piled in, he squeezed between
His parents in the back.

It was the strangest sensation he'd ever known.
It seemed he was real, they were not.
He could clearly see them, yet couldn't touch
And he felt neither cold nor hot.

At the crematorium he perused the wreaths,
Wondering who had died;
Then found himself thrown deep into shock,
Believing his senses had lied.

For over and over he read his name
And messages from the heart.
How can it be me in that coffin there?
He thought, as his Soul fell apart.

Then sudden dazzling light descended
Through the stained glass window above.
It engulfed him until he could no longer see
Or feel anything but pure love.

Slowly the light formed itself
Into a tunnel that sloped gently up.
And his grandparents came - it seemed quite normal
That they offered him tea from a cup.

As he moved towards them, the cup disappeared
And they shot through the tunnel at speed.
It seemed they neither ran nor flew:
Were more like wind-borne seed.

Euphoria engulfed him at the tunnel's end,
In a garden of celestial hues,
And he recognised at once that he was home:
Had shed all Earthly blues.



  1. absolutely stunning and so much emotion; confusion, shock, realization. You've captured the all of it. I think this is one of my favourites. xoxo

    1. Do you really think so?
      Oh that is wonderful...has made my day.
      Thank you Nyssa, so much. xxx

  2. Wow!
    I did not want to read on, as I felt the sadness, but the words held me captive and swept me along, as with the "wind-borne seed".
    You have managed to capture an innocence in death. xx

    1. Thank you so much Dale - although I can't really take all the credit for this.
      It was based on a communication I received from a Spirit Person who had recently passed over.
      He was quite anxious that I pass on the message that death is not the end, but is just a stage along the way. xxx

    2. For as long as I can remember, Ygraine, I have known that more lies ahead. I remember, as a child, discussing whether or not we fear death. I could never understand anyone's fear. Death is a part of life and happens to all of us - I sensed that, even as a young one.
      Many thanks to you and to your Spirit Person for bringing this story into the light. xx

  3. What an unusual poem. Unique, perhaps, I don't think I've ever read one like it. It's built upon a brilliant conceit which is very cleverly worked through. I was a little confused at first as to which of the two had died and whether one had lived, but going back to read it again I realised that was me and that in any case it didn't matter, the slight ambiguity adds to it considerably. So, a wonderful write, for which much thanks.

    1. Do you know Dave, it felt quite unusual to write!
      As you will see from my reply to Dale, I was only the messenger here.
      I never find these easy because there is always the fear that I could get it wrong, and therefore pass on the wrong message; but I think this was ok (at least, I haven't been corrected yet!).
      Many thanks for reading, and I so appreciate your very encouraging comment :)

  4. an absolute stunning piece of writing ... loved it so much ... hope you are doing well ... a happy new year to you.

    1. So good to hear from you Celestial Dreamz!
      And thank you, I'm really glad you liked it.

      Happy New Year to you too. Hope it brings you much luck and happiness xxx

  5. Oh, what a poem! I loved it even if it freaked me out no end. I guess that was part of the plan. :-) I loved the rhythm, the suspense, eveything. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

    1. I am so delighted that you liked this. Truly!
      Thank you so much.

      Greetings Y :)

  6. A masterpiece indeed Ygraine. Held me captive throughout extremely well written and rather tangible :)

    1. Many thanks, dear friend.
      Your words are a real encouragement to me.
      Not too tangible though I hope - considering the subject matter! Hehehe :D


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